Diary Of A Busker Day 71 Thursday March 31st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:34-5:50pm) A session of admiral length down at the noisy corner – no Bertie the flowerman, only his young helper – “THREE FOR A PAANND!” or “numbnuts” as Bertie calls him. To the ‘happenings’, as they used to say in the old… Read more →
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Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 70
Diary Of A Busker Day 70 Wednesday March 30th Winchester High Street (opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 2:50-4:40pm.) It’s that peculiar weather where it’s raining but it isn’t – it’s drizzle, I think it’s called. I take my chances and come into town. If I can get in the covered bit, I’ll do an hour or so…and, yes, I’m able to get… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker Day ~ 67
Diary Of A Busker Day 67 Thursday March 24th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:20-3:45pm, 2. opposite WH Smiths, Time: 3:50-5:42pm.) The weather was fine today, though not much else was. I played for an hour and a half and took only £3.70 and I’m immediately transported back to October last year when I… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 66
Diary Of A Busker Day 66 Wednesday March 23rd Winchester High Street (1. opposite Vodaphone, Time: 11:38-2pm, 2. opposite Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:38-4:10pm.) It’s Wednesday – Market Day. There’s a lady fiddling with her violin – a fiddler?, opposite Marks And Spencer and a guy sitting on a bench halfway up the high street blasting out La Bumba or… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 64
Diary Of A Busker Day 64 Monday March 21st Winchester High Street (corner of Marks And Spencer. Time: 2:15-4:25pm.) On Monday mornings I haul my sack of gold – the earnings from the previous week’s busking – to the bank on the high street and sometimes wander down the road to see if there’s anyone in any of the busking… Read more →
Diary Of A Busker ~ Day 63
Diary Of A Busker Day 63 Saturday March 19th Winchester High Street (1. corner of Marks And Spencer, Time: 2:15-3:15pm, 2. opposite Clinton Cards, Time: 3:30-6:25pm.) Arrived in town at 1 o’clock but couldn’t get a pitch until over an hour later. Talked to Frank down at the noisy corner, waved to Bertie the flowerman across the way. In… Read more →